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I had a weird day and am now really depressed. Realization maybe? But I won't do anything with it as usual...
I ate and ate detoxing over the weekend, have felt fat and huge the last two days. I'm still not weighing myself, out of fear now, so who knows how much or not I gained. Driving around all day by myself running errands I keep thinking how disgusting I am. Avoiding texts from the friends that still speak to me-- who haven't become complete flakes, or I haven't flaked on to the extent they no longer speak to me-- thinking I have to stay away from people for a few days and lose some of this weight I've gained...
Best way to make myself feel bad about myself-- go try on jeans and make myself depressed. So I go to Neimans and start trying on jeans, 24s are too big, whatever. 23s are too big.
This would normally be a proud moment for me but I sat in the dressing room for about 20 minutes (dont know what the SA thought) staring at myself in the mirror thinking, well, what an accomplishment! now you can't wear any adult jeans anymore, back to having to shop in the kid's section. other people have gotten married, graduated from college, had children, got their dream jobs, moved to a place that they love, and you? you have no boyfriend because this ED fucks every relationship up and they all end up thinking you're a fucking freak, you are a horrible friend can't maintain friendships because of this, your family and your therapist hate you because of it, you're probably going to die in about five years either because of this or the because of the meth you use to deal with this with, but you can't fit into adult clothing anymore! you're on a fucking roll, really, your life is AWESOME. how fucking fullfilled you must be feel.
this is empty. this is shit, this is NOTHING that means anything to anyone, and deep down means nothing to me. but i place some fucking meaning and i'm TERRRIFIED of walking away from it, because it still something tangible that I can hold on to. people leave, jobs get taken away, classes fuck up but meth is for always, losing weight is for always. both will never leave me, both will always be there waiting to simultaneously kill me but make me feel accomplished and succesful and fucking great.
so i can't surrender to a higher power, fall on my knees and say fuck it i give up because there is nothing left but this. this worthless shit that in keeping stops me from being able to have anything but it. i am such a weaK fuck. drug addicts are weak? no, anorexics are fucking weak.
i have a lot of these moments but somehow i do not think everything will be fine tomorrow the way it usually is. this feels different.